Tonight, I wrote a little under 700 words, which for me is very good. Trouble is, it’s an entirely different story, one that most definitely isn’t a novel and definitely not part of the one I had in mind for Nanowrimo.

I think it’s very unlikely that I’m going to have anything approaching a 50,000-word story when the month is through. But I am writing, which I think is the most important thing. And I’m very eager to get back to it. If all I have to show for it when I’m done is a short story in need of editing…well, there are worse ways to spend November. There are worse things than failing to write a novel.